Soundless Voices

by Patience Worth

Ah, art thou listening, brother?
Then speak, what hearest thou?
Hast heard the mocking of the insistent life,
Which is telling itself to the day?
Hast heard new wine
Rattling in the cask of Life,
Making drunkness for lovers?
Hast heard the tinkle of the bluebell,
Or the scratch of the thistle
Upon its way through the crest?
Ah, thou art a dullard!
Make thine ears oped.
Learn the sounds that step not
The path of thy ears,
But knock at thy heart to be let within.